Post by Morgan Pendragon on Oct 19, 2007 0:15:40 GMT -5
Morgan needed to recharge somewhere semi-private. She couldn't deal with large crowds just yet, but she was tired of the absolute solitude the common room provided. Also, the library was kind of a sanctuary for her. And what she needed most of all was sanctuary. She could have taken Mondlied flying, or played with Asher, but her familiars understood. She needed people right no. The kirin had told her to seek her strength from her friends in times like this, and she doubted he'd meant just her animal ones. A few third year girls were giggling annoyingly in a corner. Morgan transfigured a book near them into a rat, and smirked as they shrieked and ran. She turned the rat back into a book. Much better.
The prefect didn't look much like the polished young lady she'd been for the last few weeks. Her black boots were back, old and scuffed up. Her knee socks didn't even match today, one orange and purple stripes, and the other blue and grey argyle. She was wearing a pair of Tristan's old blue jean shorts, some she'd stolen from his house one day, back when she'd thought him dead. her shirt was the old Welsh Dragons quidditch shirt, and her hair, while pulled back into a ponytail, had an unkempt look to it. As if she'd just gathered it after only a few passes with the brush, which she had.
It wasn't that she was depressed. She wasn't. Not at all. But what was the point of dressing up for guys when there was always someone better looking than you. (That didn't convince her either). She thought of another angle. She'd put her focus back on school, she'd been slipping lately, with all this caring about other people. Maybe Teagan had it right. Love only brings pain, so you're better off without it. Then, she thought about what the kirin said. Fine, she decided. We'll put it to a test. If one of my friends comes in, sees me distraught, and comforts me, I'll try love again when I get over Lucre. On the other hand, if I sit here alone and dejected for longer than an hour, I'm never going to put my heart out there again. Mury's rejection had hurt, but not this badly. At least Mury had never acted interested in more than Morgan's knowledge. Lucre had been different. In an alternate universe, where she'd been up front with him, they could have had something.
She sighed, and levitated a sufficient stack of books to the table she was sitting at. Once she finished all of these books she'd be okay. She always felt better after reading something, and the words helped her escape a little. God, she was predictable! Only a total loser like her would mope in the library. She continued to mentally abuse herself, until she got so involved in the top book of the stack, she thought of nothing else. Anyone could have snuck up on her then.
The prefect didn't look much like the polished young lady she'd been for the last few weeks. Her black boots were back, old and scuffed up. Her knee socks didn't even match today, one orange and purple stripes, and the other blue and grey argyle. She was wearing a pair of Tristan's old blue jean shorts, some she'd stolen from his house one day, back when she'd thought him dead. her shirt was the old Welsh Dragons quidditch shirt, and her hair, while pulled back into a ponytail, had an unkempt look to it. As if she'd just gathered it after only a few passes with the brush, which she had.
It wasn't that she was depressed. She wasn't. Not at all. But what was the point of dressing up for guys when there was always someone better looking than you. (That didn't convince her either). She thought of another angle. She'd put her focus back on school, she'd been slipping lately, with all this caring about other people. Maybe Teagan had it right. Love only brings pain, so you're better off without it. Then, she thought about what the kirin said. Fine, she decided. We'll put it to a test. If one of my friends comes in, sees me distraught, and comforts me, I'll try love again when I get over Lucre. On the other hand, if I sit here alone and dejected for longer than an hour, I'm never going to put my heart out there again. Mury's rejection had hurt, but not this badly. At least Mury had never acted interested in more than Morgan's knowledge. Lucre had been different. In an alternate universe, where she'd been up front with him, they could have had something.
She sighed, and levitated a sufficient stack of books to the table she was sitting at. Once she finished all of these books she'd be okay. She always felt better after reading something, and the words helped her escape a little. God, she was predictable! Only a total loser like her would mope in the library. She continued to mentally abuse herself, until she got so involved in the top book of the stack, she thought of nothing else. Anyone could have snuck up on her then.